Here is part 3 of this series, Envy. Sounds sinister, doesn't it?

This fic is rated M for Mature. Read at your own risk. ;)

WARNING!! THIS FIC CONTAINS SLASH!! THAT MEANS BOY/BOY PAIRING, YAOI, MAN-ON-MAN-ACTION (M.O.M.A.), in other words, GAYNESS!!

JEALOUSY!! LONGING!! ANGST!! Now with added benefits!!

Yay! The third chapter is up! I've had it for a while, but not many people are reviewing. The more reviews I get, the faster I will upload. ;D. But, back to business. This one is a little fluffier than before, but still gets down there. ;) Oh Yeah!

OMG, Becky, look at her disclaimer. It says, she doesn't own these characters, but she owns the story idea. She looks like one of those, fanfiction writers.

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Envy

Harry sighed. He didn't know what had come over him. It was Saturday night, and he was sitting alone in his room while everyone else socialized in the common room. He wanted to join them, but had too much on his mind he needed to sort through first.

As he lay down, he thought back to this morning. A smile tugged at his lips as he remembered breakfast. Oh, what he wouldn't do to torture Malfoy. He didn't expect it to work so easily or so quickly. But as Malfoy fled the Great Hall clutching his robes, Harry knew there was only one place he would go. He had excused himself to go mock Malfoy, not sure why he had felt the compulsion to follow. He soon found out when he saw Malfoy wanking off, and felt the desire building inside. He had wanted to goad Malfoy, and see how far he could push himself before breaking. Thankfully, Malfoy broke first, pulling Harry with him. They both had surrendered to the passion ruling their bodies. However, it was afterward, when Harry came back to his senses that he wondered what their motives were. Malfoy chalked it up to lust, and Harry would have too, if he hadn't seen Malfoy again that day.

Harry sighed again. It was at lunch that he had seen him. Satisfied that he had tortured Malfoy enough, Harry sat down to enjoy a quiet lunch with Ron and Hermione. He had just gotten into a deep discussion of the unfairness of McGonagall's long essay, when he happened to glance over at the Slytherin table. He quickly spotted the blond, seated with Crabbe and Goyle as usual. However, he quickly noticed that Pansy Parkinson was attached to his left side. This was unusual, for Malfoy had always sat between his two thugs before. Harry was about to dismiss it when he saw Parkinson clutch Malfoy's arm and laugh. She leaned closer into him, and his attention was called back to Ron, wondering if McGonagall would notice if his essay was a few inches too short. Quickly answering him, Harry looked back to the Slytherins, but only saw them eating. He did not, however, miss the fact that Parkinson's hand was tightly clamped around Malfoy's. The sight of it made Harry begin to feel something he wasn't sure about, but it was driven from his mind by the time lunch ended.

He had forgotten the feeling by late after noon as he headed in alone from Hagrid's. He climbed the stairs and walked down a corridor to get to the tower. He was about to round a corner when he heard familiar voices. He stopped, and tried to figure out who they were when one of them spoke in a high, squeaky voice.

"Oh Drake-y! I can't tell you how happy I am! I've waited so long for you to return my feelings!" she squealed. An all too familiar drawl answered her.

"I know – darling. It just never felt right to me before. But now it is. You can be my girlfriend now," he promised.

Harry froze against the wall, heart hammering in his chest. Did he really just hear that? Was Malfoy really agreeing to date that cow?

He felt a tightening across his chest. It couldn't be. Malfoy had been with him only this morning. How could he have a girlfriend already?

Confused, Harry left to find another way to his common room as he heard Malfoy say, "I know I'm gorgeous, just don't drool on my shirt."

At dinner, Harry was quiet for almost the whole meal. Hermione noticed, and worriedly asked, "Are you okay Harry? You've been awfully quiet these last few meals."

"Yeah, I'm fine, don't worry," he said. She looked at him for a moment, but when he smiled at her, she smiled too and went back to her conversation with Ron. Harry, however, let his attention wander to another table, where a certain blond was sitting rather close to another girl, letting her feed him. Harry felt a pang in his chest watching the two of them, and found himself despising the cow, thinking she didn't belong there. The venom in his thoughts surprised him, and he quickly looked away. Tonight, it would be Malfoy who tortured him.

Now, in his room after dinner, Harry tried to sort out his feelings. He had never really liked Parkinson before, but he strongly despised her now. Why did he feel this way? What was wrong with him? He tried to find an answer. Though he tried everything he could think of, the only plausible thing he could come up with was jealousy. He was jealous.

Of what? Pansy? He laughed at the thought. Or maybe the fact that she could be so close to Malfoy all the time. That got his attention. Why would he feel like that? Did he –urgh – love Malfoy? Malfoy?? He dismissed the thought. There was no way. He felt only contempt and hatred for the boy. So what if he had done things with him he would never tell anyone about? It wasn't out of love. There was no love there. Then why did he feel this way?

He groaned and rubbed his eyes. He was a mystery, even to himself. But his head felt a bit clearer now that he had taken the time to sift his muddled thoughts. He idly thought of Parkinson again. Girlfriend, huh? Suddenly, Harry sat up as a thought struck him. Maybe that was what he was jealous of, the fact that Malfoy had a girlfriend and he didn't. I'm not jealous of Pansy, Harry told himself, I'm jealous of Malfoy. If Malfoy could find a new girlfriend so quickly, then why couldn't he? That was it. He would go downstairs and mingle. Hopefully he would be able to find a girl he could go out with, even if only for a little while. He got up and walked to the door. At the very least, it would be a distraction from Malfoy. And it would help put those damn gay rumours about him to rest. He smiled as he walked down. Yes, this was exactly what he needed.

Draco pretended to laugh at lunch as Pansy squeezed his arm and told him for the millionth time how happy she was to be going out with him. Truth be told, he really didn't like her all that much. She was only a convenience for him. He had needed a girlfriend, and she was there. Had been there since first year. She was like a leech. She latched onto Draco as soon as she had seen him, and hadn't let go yet. He doubted she ever would, especially now that he had agreed to be her boyfriend. How tedious, he thought.

The only reason he had agreed was because of Potter. After – seeing – him on Saturday morning, he had come up with a reasonable answer to his feelings for him. When he realized what they were, he immediately set about rectifying the situation. He did not need to be tempted like that again, and he felt sure that a girlfriend would be the answer to his problem. Pansy had always been hovering around, even when he had dated other girls, so he decided to make her his girlfriend. She would serve as an outlet for those feelings. At the very least, he thought, she can keep my mind off of Potter.

That was exactly what she had done. Ever since Draco had allowed her to be his girlfriend, she had clung to him, squealing in delight every few minutes. She was a very high maintenance girl who needed constant attention. The only time she let up on him was before going to bed. She probably would have jumped into bed with him if he hadn't firmly told her he needed some time alone. She practically followed him into the bathroom too. The only other time she lessened the attention on him was during meals. She tended to focus a little more on eating than on Draco. It was a slight reprieve, but it gave him a chance to take a mental break from keeping up with her. He allowed his mind to only wander slightly, a task that was helped by Pansy's constant squealing, even while eating. He barely had time to waste thoughts on a certain dark haired scar head.

That was why what Pansy said next really threw him. "Like, oh my gosh. Eww. Look over there Drake-y," she said. Draco looked the way she pointed, and saw Potter. He froze slightly. Pansy misinterpreted his reaction as disgust. "I know. Who would want to go out with a fairy like that? Has she no taste? If she had any sense, she'd try going after Drake-y here," she simpered. "Although she'd have no chance, at least she'd be showing some class."

Draco looked beside Potter to see an unfamiliar girl there. He hadn't noticed her before. She was sitting there, laughing with him, and clutching his arm, in a way that reminded Draco of Pansy. As he watched, the full, impact of Pansy's words hit him. Potter had a girlfriend. He was actually with a girl other than Granger. Shock settled over him as his insides turned to lead. Pansy noticed his non-reaction, and tried to shake him out of it.

"Draco, honey? What's wrong?" she asked, giving his arm a little shake.

"Oh, um, nothing," Draco said, quickly recomposing himself. "I just never thought Potter would actually get a girlfriend. I thought he was too gay for that," he sneered.

"You're probably right. She probably isn't even his girlfriend," Pansy smirked. "He probably paid her to pretend so no one would suspect him of being gay. I mean, they only started going out Saturday night. He would have gone out with her sooner if he really liked her."

As Pansy went on, Draco found himself lost in thought. So they had started going out on Saturday. He felt a little angry that Potter had found someone so soon after being with him. But wasn't that what Draco himself had done, gone out with Pansy only hours after leaving Potter? What right did he have to be angry? But as he stole another look at the couple, he felt an unfamiliar feeling in his chest. It made his blood begin to boil slightly. He looked away, trying to quell the unfamiliar feeling.

As they got up to go to class, Pansy prattled on about Draco's good points over Potter's, but for once Draco was too deep in thought to pay attention. As they reached the classroom, they saw Potter and his girlfriend outside. She gave him a quick kiss on the lips, and said goodbye. Draco's chest tightened at the sight of this, and he felt slightly angry again.

As she walked away, he swaggered up to Potter. "Paying people to be your girlfriend now?" he jeered. "I guess it wouldn't do for our hero to seem gay, so he had to have someone help him play his part." Pansy giggled.

Something passed behind his eyes, and Potter opened his mouth to reply, but their teacher let them. He closed his mouth and went inside, leaving Draco to follow, confused by his own actions. As he followed, he felt his stomach sinking as he realized what he had felt just now. There was no mistaking the anger and the pangs in his chest. He was disgusted with himself. He felt something he never felt before. Jealousy.

Harry ran his fingers through his hair with one hand, as his girlfriend was clutching the other. His girlfriend. Somehow, the words didn't sit right with him, but he managed to push it to the back of his mind. He looked at her beside him, animatedly talking with Hermione about something while they ate lunch. He had picked her partly for that reason, because she got along with Ron and Hermione. It was easier to be with someone your friends liked, even if you didn't really like them yourself. Because he didn't really like her. Not in that way. Sure she was nice, but she didn't make Harry feel anything. He really only saw her as a convenience and a distraction from the rumours, among other things. She was nothing special to him.

She, on the other hand, was ecstatic about being his girlfriend. Ever since Saturday night, she had practically attached herself to him. She was one year younger than he was, and the way she saw it, Harry had liked her forever, and was only now revealing his feelings. Or, if the gay rumours had been true, which he assured her they were not, she was the one who cured him. Either way, she was beside herself with joy to be with him.

And so there they were, four days into their relationship, and she was still glowing. Harry just sat back and went with her for the ride. So far, they could only hang out at meals and in the evening, but she still walked him to class, giving him a goodbye kiss each time. Frankly, he was a bit embarrassed by it. He had kissed her a few times in their time together, and while it had not been spectacular, it was not unpleasant. But he didn't really like being kissed by her in public. The shame was greatest whenever the Slytherins were around. As soon as she walked away, they gibed him and made snide remarks about them. The one prevailing comment was that he was using her to cover up his "gayness". Actually, it was only one Slytherin in particular who did this. One who made his blood boil. One who made his heart race (with anger, he told himself). One who he tried his hardest not to think about.

Thankfully, their interactions had been kept to a minimum so far. Harry had kept quiet through it all, preferring not to say anything in case he said something that could be misconstrued. Ron and Hermione had kept quiet too, though Ron with more difficulty. He wanted to say something back, but at urgings from his two friends, he said nothing. This did not stop Harry's mind from wondering why a certain blond boy could not seem to contain himself and leave Harry and his girlfriend alone. He has his own girlfriend, he thought bitterly. He should pay more attention to her and less to me.

But that did not stop Harry's eyes from straying to Malfoy's table at mealtime, then quickly looking back to his own. Occasionally, their eyes would meet, and though neither did anything more than glance and look away, Harry felt his pulse quicken. He didn't know why, but he did still feel the pull of jealousy whenever he caught sight of Pansy hanging onto Malfoy like a vine. He was quick to dispel it though, looking to his own girlfriend and smiling. He had a girlfriend now too. There was nothing to be jealous of.

"Harry, darling," his girlfriend said brightly. "Are you ready to go?"

Harry pulled himself out of his musings and focused in her. "Where are we going?"

She giggled. "Silly, did you forget? We both have a study break now, and we have to go to the library and work on McGonagall's essay!"

He laughed nervously. "Oh yeah. I forgot, I need to start that."

"Harry," Hermione tutted. "You really shouldn't leave these things to the last minute."

"I'm not," he said defensively. "That's why I'm starting it now. At least I'm not leaving until the night before like Ron." He looked at his redheaded friend, who was filling his face with luncheon meats.

Ron swallowed. "Yeah, well, I think best under pressure. And, by the way Hermione, I also think best under pressure if you are nag – I mean helping me." He smiled at her.

"Oh Ron," she sighed. As Harry and his girlfriend got up to leave, she turned to them. "Just make sure you actually get some work done, ok?"

"Sure thing, 'Mione," he said. He started walking out of the Hall, girlfriend in tow. His eyes strayed to Malfoy as he walked by, and their eyes met again. Harry quickly looked away, a shiver running down his spine.

His girlfriend noticed, and looked at Malfoy too. "I know how you feel. He's so mean and nasty and cold," she said disdainfully.

Harry faintly agreed, as he remembered the boy being something else not even a week ago. Raw, and hungry, and hot, and – Harry mentally shook himself. He would not allow himself to remember that. He had a girlfriend now, and an essay to write, and with those thoughts in mind, they headed to the library.

Draco watched as Potter passed him. He narrowed his eyes at the girl by his side, but when Potter caught his eye, he turned away, feeling a slight warmth in his cheeks. He concerned himself with finishing his lunch. Pansy was already done, and pulled on his arm. "Come on Drake-y," she whined. "We need to get started on that essay. I don't want to leave it to the last minute again."

Draco sighed. "Fine, let's go to the library." He stood up. "Crabbe, Goyle, we'll see you in class later."

As they left the Hall, Pansy chattered on about her essay. Draco tuned her out, instead focusing on Potter and his girlfriend. When he had first heard about them, he had been certain they wouldn't last. But now on Wednesday, four days into their relationship, he still felt they might break up, but he wasn't as sure. He didn't know why, but he really wanted Potter to dump her. He did not like seeing them together, but he told himself that was only because his rumours had no ground now. There was nothing beyond that. The only flaw in his logic was the pang of envy he felt every time he saw them together. He tried to ignore it, but it always leapt out at him when they were around. Draco was tired of it, and hoped that doing some work would distract his mind.

When they entered the library, Pansy found them an empty table near the edge of the bookshelves, so they would not have to be in the presence of many people. There were only a few tables nearby, but as Draco quickly scanned them, he groaned inwardly. There was old Scarhead himself, and his girlfriend. Determined to ignore them, Draco sat down, pulling out his parchment, and began to write. Pansy, who didn't notice them, started writing as well. After a few minutes of writing, Draco heard some giggling coming from Potter's table. He tried to ignore it, but it got a bit louder. He looked up, and saw Potter's girlfriend pulling him out of his chair, leading him into the book stacks. Something made Draco want to follow. He whispered to Pansy that he was going to look for a book, and set off after them.

As he crept stealthily in the row next to them, he heard the girl say, "My book is way in the back."

"Why would it be so far back there?" Potter asked suspiciously.

"Because no one can see it there," she replied seductively.

As they reached the end of a row, Draco looked cautiously around the corner, and saw her push Potter down an empty aisle. The girl then started kissing him feverishly, and pressed her body close to his. Draco was incensed by her forwardness, and felt his bile rising as she grabbed Potter's hand, placing it on her breast. He was outraged that she would behave so whorishly, and that Potter would put up with it. He felt sick at the sight of it, but realized that Potter would put up with it because that was his girlfriend. Fine then, he thought, let them have their fun.

He turned to leave, but saw Pansy coming up behind him. He cursed mentally, but then realized it was the perfect revenge against Potter. If he wants to snog his girlfriend in the library, then so will I, he thought.

"Draco," Pansy said, rather loudly for a library, "what are you –?" But that was as far as she got, for Draco grabbed her and started to kiss her wildly. She closed her eyes, moaning softly, and wrapped her arms around him, trying to pull him closer. He, on the other hand, kept his eyes open and listened to the couple in the other aisle, who had stopped what they were doing. It sounded like they were coming toward him and Pansy. Good, he thought. He closed his eyes and pretended to enjoy himself. A strangled noise caught his attention, and he broke away from Pansy.

Potter stood with his girlfriend, eyes on Draco, with a funny expression on his face. It made Draco's heart speed up, but he plastered a sneer on his face. "What are you looking at Potter? Never seen someone snog before?" he scoffed. When Potter said nothing, he went back to kissing Pansy. After a few moments, he realized the other two had not moved. He broke away again, saying, "I never realized I was that interesting to watch Potter. What, do you wish it was you I was kissing?"

At that, Potter started. A thrill ran through Draco as he realized his words might be true. He started walking towards Potter, and said "If you have a problem, just say it instead of standing there looking like a stupid house-elf."

"Ok then," he said as Draco stopped in front of him and his girlfriend. "I've got a problem with your face."

This was the cue Draco needed to swing a fist into Potter's jaw. The brunette staggered back as both girls gasped, but quickly regained himself to pull the blond forward and roughly push him to the ground. He fell hard, but Draco growled as he picked himself up. He was beginning to come alive, in more ways in one. He was about to attack Potter again, but realized the girls were still there, watching in semi-horror at the imminent fight. He rounded on them.

"Get out of here," he threatened, "or you will get involved in something bloody and painful."

"No!" Potter's girlfriend shouted. "Don't hurt him! He's barely recovered from your last fight!"

"Go!" Potter commanded her. "We need to settle this now, and I don't want you getting in the way." She started to protest, but he fixed her with a look that sent her scurrying in the other direction. Draco sent Pansy after her.

"And don't get any professors!" he called after them, before turning back to Potter.

They just stared at each other for a moment, trying to size the other up, before Draco broke the silence. "So Potter, enjoying the new girlfriend?" he asked snidely.

"About as much as you enjoy Parkinson," he returned. Draco laughed derisively.

"And how would you know how I feel Potter?"

Potter looked at him steadily. "Because I can see it in your eyes."

This made Draco's breath catch, and Potter chose that moment to crush him against a bookshelf. He pressed his mouth against the other in an urgent kiss, and Draco responded as he gave into the desire welling up inside of him. This is what he had been waiting for.

This is what he had been waiting for. The feel of lips on lips, tongues battling for dominance, hot bodies pressed up against each other. He hadn't wanted to admit it to himself, but this was exactly what Harry had wanted. This is what he craved so badly. And he was sure Malfoy felt the same way.

He pulled them both into the aisle he had recently vacated, never breaking apart. When his girlfriend had led him here, Harry didn't expect her to throw herself on him and start making out. He was even more surprised when she put his hand on her breast. He had tried to enjoy it, but couldn't help thinking about someone else, someone with hot, full lips, and a hard, muscled chest. That someone then happened to be right next to him, snogging his own girlfriend. The sight made Harry sick, and made him almost gag, but he couldn't move. He found himself wanting desperately to be the one sucking those lips.

And now he was. He bit and suckled them, and moved his hands to the other boy's chest, repeating the actions he had just done with his girlfriend. Only this time, it felt right. He tried to suppress a moan as Malfoy ground his hips into Harry's. The blood was quickly leaving his head and traveling south. He couldn't think anymore, he could only feel and do.

Malfoy seemed to be in the same situation. He threw his head back and tried to breathe deeply as they rolled their hips. Harry used the opportunity of nip gently at his Adam's apple. He felt Malfoy swallow hard, which made him start sucking the spot hungrily. As he worked on that, Malfoy pulled Harry's shirt out of his pants, and ran his hands up the well-muscled back.

Harry sighed at the feeling of the cool hands on his back, and arched it, leaning in closer to Malfoy. He pulled Malfoy's shirt up as well, and ran his hands over the chest again. He groped and squeezed it, earning soft moans from the blond, who took his own hands and started circling Harry's nipples with his thumbs. They started to stand out with the attention, and his own stood as well when Harry pinched and twirled them lightly. They brought their mouths together again, hot and moist, for sloppy kisses while their hands roamed each other. They soon reached down between them to fumble at buckles and buttons. Malfoy got Harry's undone first, and reached into the pants, grabbing the stiff dick. Harry groaned as Malfoy gently pulled it, rubbing his thumb over the head, wiping precum over the sensitive area. He started pulling harder and twisting it roughly, never taking his hand out of the pants. But Harry pulled the hand out before pulling down the other's pants. He pulled his own penis out of his boxers and pulled the two together. They gasped at the sensation of their cocks touching, and the grinding of their hips made them become harder.

Harry pushed Malfoy against the shelf and knelt down in front of him. He brought the throbbing member to his mouth, allowing his tongue to flick around the head. Malfoy quivered above him as the brunette ran his tongue down the underside of the shaft, to the nest of blond curls, before taking it into his mouth. He scraped his teeth on it as he bobbed up and down, sucking and pulling while groping the testicles as well. The blond gripped the shelves so that he wouldn't fall at the sheer joy he felt between his legs.

Before he reached his breaking point, Draco pulled Potter up to his feet. Potter thought he understood, and started to turn him around, but Draco stopped him. He smirked as he instead turned Potter around, determining that this time, he would be the one doing the fucking. He leaned into the other boy, rubbing his cock against his ass, both enjoying the sensation. He reached his hand up, and stuck them into Potter's mouth. The brunette sucked on them greedily and wetly, before Draco pulled his hand back. He ran his index finger down the cleft, and without warning, plunged the first finger into Harry's hot hole. His yelp of pain was covered by Draco's hand, and he began to relax as the finger moved inside of him. A second finger was added, stretching the hole wider as a third was added.

When he felt Potter had been adequately prepared, Draco removed his fingers, and brought his erection to the hole. He slowly eased his way in, trying to hold back from thrusting madly into the tight, hot space. Once he was fully in, he made Potter brace himself against the shelf, while he took hold of his hips. He slowly pulled out, then slammed back in. Potter bit his lip in an attempt to hold in his cry of pain. Draco pulled out slowly again, and rammed himself back in again. Over and over, he smashed into Potter's ass, and when he found the pleasure spot, the boy started bucking back wildly. He had to place a hand over his mouth to muffle his shouts. Closer and closer Draco drove them to the edge. As he reached around to grab Potter's erection, it exploded onto the books in front of them. The feeling of the brunette's insides clamping down on him and his muffled scream behind his hand made Draco release himself with shuddering gasps. They both stood like that for a moment, trying to catch their breaths as their cocks wilted from the exertion.

Feeling Malfoy pull out of him, Harry straightened up. They went about cleaning themselves up, adjusting their pants and shirts. As they finished up, they looked at the mess they had made on the books. Malfoy laughed.

"I don't think anyone even knows these books exist, so I don't think we have to worry about cleaning them up," he said.

"You're just saying that because you don't want to clean it up."

"Do you?" he shot back.

Harry smiled and shook his head.

As they started to head back to their things, a thought struck Harry. What would they do about their girlfriends? How would they explain this to them? What was it that they had anyway?

As if reading his mind, Malfoy told him, "I don't think we should mention this to our girlfriends. They may get jealous of the relationship we have."

Harry ventured to ask, "And what kind of relationship do we have, Malfoy?"

They stopped and looked at each other. "Enemies with benefits," he answered before punching him in the gut. As Harry doubled over in pain, he watched the blond swagger off ahead of him. He smiled as he got a kind of perverse pleasure in the pain Malfoy inflicted on him. I think we'll be seeing a lot more of each other like this, he thought as he made his way back to his girlfriend, not intending to tell her anything. There were some things a man had to keep to himself, and fucking his arch rival was one of them.

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